Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Ten City,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.